i loved a man.
not a boy,
but a man.
i loved a blue man, with a blue mind and a blue soul.
he owned red eyes, red palms, and red lips too.
his smile had silver sparkles embezzled within the binding of his teeth, as well as the creases in his wide made hands.
black covered his body in disguise, but inside the flesh covering his bones was a pure white light that i could nuzzle to in safety.
but to describe him a simple minded color is far too undersized for his beauty.
this man was aquamarine, for his absolute dying passion he served for the military of the proud.
this man was the shade, midnight atmosphere, how impenetrable his soul lay among the vessels in his body.
this man had the streaks of cerulean sowed within his skin, for the endless seas and ponds of absolute treasuring divergency carried through his mellow toned veins.
this man was the color of puff powder white. his eyes stirred, as well as his angelic soul that flew occasionally to wrap around my body like a warming blanket. when he touched me, i felt milky white cover the film of my skin, overflowing my sensations to take over a blissful high.
this man was a darkening viridescent, almost tedious.
he was not like other men or boys of any matter.
he spoke of serious subjects and reacted in such serious manners, like paling grass to wind.
flowing uninterestingly when air currents come its needless way.
this man lastly was the color of sour tangerine.
his constant sweetness & blandness soon turned bitter, as our last moments together still float violently inside my restless mind. with not even a goodbye, he walked out my life so calmly.
everything i saw before me turned into a faded sunset orange and our last minute, risk-full, romance came to an end.
never the less, overcoming the good and bad of all our love adventures, i can say i've -
moved on.
